Today we were all invited to a premier game soccer match. The two teams were Fulham (which is London based) and Sunderland. The underdog going into the game was Sunderland, and we were at the Fulham club stadium in London. Because I had no knowledge of who to root for, I decided to root for whichever team was winning at the time. To astound many of the disappointed fans, Sunderland won by a landslide. The final score was 4 to 1 so I instantly became a Sunderland fan. What really amazed me the most about the game was the amount of pride each individual fan had for there team. There was not one single moment when I couldn't hear cheering and singing all around me. I had such a great time being part of the crowd, and I can't forget to mention that there were very attractive men on that field. Also their hot dogs came in baguettes which I thought was pretty interesting. Anyways after the game my roommates and I went to a local pub in Waterloo, right near the Thames river, and sat around eating burgers (still American), and drinking our pints of the house's cheapest beer. The name of the pub was called Camel and Artichoke, which I don't quite understand, and have never once before thought about mixing the two, but it was very delicious. Once we finished we walked along the Thames river past the London eye. I overheard one man saying he was kicked off the London Eye because he passed out drunk on it. I found this pretty funny. Now I am back in my lovely flat feeling morbidly obese, and wondering how I am going to wake up at 8am for our London bus tour. Miss you all and I hope you're not too depressed that I'm not with you in good old America. :)
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